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The hands of my birches

I will touch you with the hands of my birches
to make a stone out of you
or a priceless trophy
or a miracle that lasts three days
the hands of my white birches will reach you
and touch will leave only a trace in the thoughts.

◄ Our house

I will wait ►

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Stephen Gospage

Mon 10th May 2021 17:42

This is breathtaking - real poetry.

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Tony Hill

Mon 10th May 2021 17:07

Really like the opening line. Tony

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